not that kind of surprise

As in the last three milestones I’ve celebrated (one year, 100 posts, and two years), I meant to do something festive. Something like fluffy little cupcakes with piles of icing and pink and purple sparkles.

One of the reasons that didn’t happen is my dirty little secret: I hate cake.

Not all kinds of cake. I like cheesecake, carrot cake (or, at least, I like cream cheese icing), and the occasional strawberry shortcake. But plain old vanilla or chocolate or red velvet cake? I could take it or leave it.

So instead, you get pumpkin muffins made from crickets.

There is a moderately high likelihood that if I have given you some of my baking, I have secretly made you eat bugs. This is on account of an obsession I developed from a chance reading of a Men’s Health article. The good news is you can’t taste them (or feel their spindly little legs crunching between your teeth… Too far? I’m sorry). The other good news is that they’re high in protein (I know, that’s boring).